Emilye leaves for Kentucky tomorrow! Here's her new mailing address and her most recent letter that outlines her time in the MTC.
Hermana Emilye Messerly
Kentucky Louisville Mission
1325 Eastern Parkway
Louisville, KY 40204
9 de julio
Mis Amigos!
I've decided to write you all a little epistle (I'm so biblical. Epistle.) of my time here at the MTC. Life here is a bit strange, but mostly awesome. It's so funny looking at my journal from the first few days. Most of them consist of something like "Wow. It's only the second day. It feels like it's been a week." Now I'm about to leave and it feels like it is too soon. Don't get me wrong, I'm ecstatic to be leaving the MTC, but I'm going to miss all the study time we have here and all the people in my district. My district is amazing, but none of them are going to Kentucky so I'll probably never see them again. Ever. Okay, maybe that's a bit harsh, but I won't see them at all on my mission.
First I guess I'll just give a run down of the day-to-day goings on here at the MTC and the basic feel of this place. All days you spend your time from 6:30-9:30 either studying, in class, or eating. At least 1 half -hour (sometimes 2) every day is spent teaching an "investigator," which is either your teacher or another missionary. My P-days consisted of temple, laundry, and letter writing. P-day ends at 6:30 and it's back to class. You spend almost all of your time in your classroom (you only see your bedroom from 9:30-10:30), so it's very important to have a district who is focused or everyone gets distracted. It's a place of encouragement, but also a place where you are reminded often how big the work is that you've been called to do. Also, something you should know about the MTC: it ages people. At a remarkably fast pace! It's really weird but every district that had been here longer than us seemed so old and wise. It felt like they'd really experienced life, but the most they could've been out on their mission is 9 weeks! The opposite is also true, every new missionary that comes in seems roughly 12 years old. Some how they seem WAY younger than all the Elders in my district.
Now I thought I'd write about the things in the MTC that I really enjoyed while here. By far the best treat they give us here are the devotionals on Tuesday and the firesides on Sunday. Life in the MTC can be rough some days. Those spiritual devotionals really lift your spirits and renew your desire to do the Lord's work.
I also really liked the food here! Most people complain about the food, but for me as long as the wrap/salad bar was open, I was happy! And any meal that doesn't require me to shop or cook is a great meal.
I'm also really going to miss feeling like a part of a missionary army! It's just such a unique feeling to be completely surrounded by men and women who are committing their lives to the Lord. I know I'll love meeting the people of KY, IL, & IN, but I think it'll be strange to go from being 1 of 2,500 missionaries to just me and my compañion most of the time.
Along with the things I'll miss about the MTC, there were LOTS of things I'm looking forward to in the field. I know it's going to be really hard, but I also know if I get through the hard parts with an increased faith in Christ the good that I see will out-weigh the bad. In a talk by E. Holland that we were able to watch last night (every week we can watch a talk that was given at the MTC in the past few years), he asked the question, "Why is [missionary work] so hard? Why don't we just have people lining up at the font, and the only danger to the work is getting pneumonia cause you just never get dry?" He said he'd been wondering about it for 40 years and the answer he'd come up with was that Salvation isn't a cheap reward. We have to take a quick trip through Gethsemane, maybe a step up the Calvary hill to reap the rewards of salvation. Christ did it for us. I wish you all could've heard it because it was a VERY powerful talk.
I guess the point of this letter or blog post is just to tell you all that I'm doing well. I'm carrying the message of Christ and his Atonement to others, is there anything better I could be doing? I've had quite a few downs and I'm not even in the field yet (soon though!!!), but every down comes with a higher up. As long as I stay focused on the Savior and learn how to stop thinking of myself and how I'm feeling, I'll be a successful missionary. I know that. The Lord is helping me. He's making me stronger. I love you all!
P.S. I promise if you write me, my letters aren't just me bearing testimony the WHOLE time.
Sunday, July 15, 2012
Thursday, May 17, 2012
You've Got that One Thing
Solana (Emilye's sister) here. In keeping with Em's tradition, I made the blog title a song lyric. Contrary to Em's tradition, the blog title can actually make logical sense and relate to this post! Cuz what's that one thing you've got? Em's MTC mailing address!!!!
Sister Emilye Messerly
MTC Mailbox 251
KY-LOU 0716
Provo MTC
2005 N 900 E
Provo, Utah 84604
Sister Emilye Messerly
MTC Mailbox 251
KY-LOU 0716
Provo MTC
2005 N 900 E
Provo, Utah 84604
Friday, May 4, 2012
We are young! We are strong! And we're running with blood on our knees!
Well first off...blogger got a facelift! If you have a blog you know what I'm talking about. Man, blogger used to be so down to earth, but now it's teamed up with Google+ and is becoming all vain! Don't need Google-make-up to cover up, being the way that you were was enough.
ANYways...now that I'm done trying to improve my blogs self-esteem onto the fun part of the post! As probably all of you know, last weekend my wonderful sister Melanye was in town. Now to truly understand the events that occurred last Saturday we're gonna have to go back...WAY back...back into time. Melanye has always had this indescribable power over all of her sisters (and some brothers.) She had the power to convince me her giant, 80's inspired boom-box was a fair trade for my sleek, new cd player. She convinced me that the 20 bucks I found in our house (that no one claimed...I'm not a bad person) partially belonged to her and she deserved half of it. She swindled me out of my heated blanket. Even this week, she somehow left our house with at least two of my shirts, a pair of pants, and my ipod.
She never ceases to amaze me.
So now that you understand the power that is Melanye Thompson you will understand how a person like me (who, while I love exercise, would NEVER choose to spend that exercise time running) ended up running a 10k on Saturday. Mel planned to come to Utah for my farewell talk, and she decided it would be fun if we tried to do a "Messerly Might" 10k on the Saturday before my talk. We aren't exactly a family of runners, Mom likes running and Ana and I enjoy a good sweat, but other than that Mel's the only one in the family that would actually WANT to run 6.2 miles. But somehow in the emails she sent about The Event (as I am now affectionately calling the 10k) made running sound fun! She even baited us with t-shirts (which actually never happened) to make the whole thing sound festive! Now I will admit, I was supportive of the idea at first...I thought I could work my way up to running 6 miles and I'd feel so accomplished! So I helped support Mel even when most of the family told her there was no chance in (insert whichever word offends you least) they were doing it. As the run came closer, however, school was busier so my carefully planned running schedule feel apart; leaving me very nervous for judgement day.
Well the day of The Event came and standing on the driveway, ready to run at 8 am were Mel, Ana, Mom, and I. Well "ready" is kind of a strong word...maybe willing is more accurate. Or coerced. No I think the word I'm looking for is forced. Forced to run. So we grabbed our shades, took our pictures, and drove our car to the planned starting point. We ran as a group for about 5 seconds and then we were divided into the EMEL and MANA teams. (our names don't make great celebrity couple names) Now begins the fun part.
Want to know what I learned about myself during this run? I'm what you would call a bipolar runner. Here are just a few things going through my mind at different points in the run. I've lost the ability to differentiate between the things I actually said out loud and the things I tried to keep in to spare Mel's feelings. It was just such a confusing time.
0-1 mi- Spent the first half of this mile telling Mel about all my insecurities about going on a mission and basically coming up with as much juicy gossip we could. Running at about a 10 minute pace. Feeling good. Encouraged even more as Mel continually tells me the first mile is the hardest.
1-2.1 mi- Mel lies. The first mile is not the hardest. The hardest mile is the one that has a hill. I did not agree to hills. Melanye commenting on how big the houses around us are doesn't motivate me to run at all. Your sarcastic comment about running down the hill being easier doesn't help either, old man. I'm done. I thought I'd get farther than this, but I think I'm just going to walk the rest of the way. No. Push yourself! Catch back up to Mel! Yes! There you go...nope, nope slowing down again. Mel don't wait for me. Please just run ahead and leave me behind. Why won't you just give up on me?!
2.1-3.2 mi- The fact that we get to run on a slight downhill slope doesn't comfort me at all Mel. It's still running. Stop trying to make it sound like this is just gonna be a piece of cake from now on. Why do I let you in my life? I don't want to run anymore. But you've run farther than this before! Push yourself! Oh, we came to a fork in the road. Yes! Keep pretending you think we're supposed to run the other way. You'll at least get to breath for a few seconds. Crap. She figured it out. We're running again. Maybe if I just push her in front of that car that's passing...no. No. That would be wrong.
3.2-4.2 mi- Mel checks her "I tell you how fast you're running and how far you're running all while laughing at your pain" watch about 25 times. Discovered talking about certain topics makes you run faster without realizing it. I think I'll just stop after this mile. Four miles is good enough and that's where we left the car so really it would work out well. But I can't stop! If I stop this whole "running" thing will be a waste. And I'd leave Mel to run all alone with no one to talk to AND no ipod to listen to. That's gotta be worse than death and taxes.
4.2-4.9 mi-Mel why are you talking to that other runner? I thought we were just gonna run past her and pretend we didn't see her. Oh great. Now she's telling her how I'm going to run 6.2 miles. Well I can't quit now! Little Miss. I'm-running-10-miles-and-have-this-cool-water-bottle-holder-around-my-waist will think I'm weak if I stop now. Alright Mel, your voice is no longer enough motivation to keep me running. If I'm gonna make it all the way it's time to break out some Bieber. I'll just put in one headphone so Mel won't think I'm totally ignoring her. If I was your boyfriend...
4.90001-4.90002 mi- Woo! Jumping over that cone was fun.
5-6 mi- Yes!! Mile 5! I've never run this far before without taking a break to walk for a few minutes! I'm a rock-star!! I can do this! I can do this!! They're gonna make a movie about my triumph! It's totes gonna make everyone cry. I say totes now. It'll be the inspirational movie of the year. I think my love interest should be Josh Hutcherson. Not sure when during this run I developed a love interest, but he'll be played by Josh. He'd be waiting at the finish line to sweep me into his arms. I'd play myself of course. He wouldn't even look disgusted by my red, sweaty face. I can't believe I'm doing thi...I'm done. 5 miles is good enough. I can only focus on my stupid breathing and stupid form for so long Mel!! If you make me count my steps one more time I will trip you while you're running at your stupid 9:30 pace. I hope the people living around here don't mind hearing me and Mel yell out random parts of the songs I'm listening to. I've officially experienced Mel's most flimsy attempt to distract me while running. "Oh a 'Sold' sign! Try to think of songs that have the word sold in it. What about hall? How many songs can you think of with the word hall in it?" I think I mumbled something incoherent about Cathedrals. I'm done. I give up. I made it far enough. No! Don't let Mel get there before you! Sprint this last part! YES!!!! You freakin did it! You made it! Woo...that last sprint about killed you but you did it!
The most painful words I've ever heard in my life: "Alright now we just have to run back a little bit to get the last .2 miles to finish the 10k!"
6-6.2 mi- Shut up. No. I just pushed myself that hard because I thought the end was in sight! Do you even love me anymore Mel? You really should've told me you were a sadist and a masochist before I started running with you. Okay I CAN do this...you're stronger than you think you are...you're stronger than you think you are. Alright Mika, you're gonna have to get me through this. This song pumps me up like no other...it's the only way I'm pulling through. Come on faster...faster...catch up to Mel! Or at least get closer to Mel. That will suffice. NOW where is she going?? Is this just some game? We've actually been running for 10 miles and she just wants to see how far I will follow her around like a puppy? Man, I have to keep running now because Mom and Ana are watching! Wait. She's stopping. That means I can stop. Halle-freakin-lujah!
I'm still impressed by Mel's motivational skills and by the fact that after we finished this while I was sure I was close to death she continued to run 2 more miles. She's Wonder Woman. (Who comes from a group of women called the Amazons. Just ask Britty.) I think my favorite moment of the day happened after the run. Once we got home I was walking around and said, "You know, I don't really feel like I'm even that sweaty." To which everyone in the room enthusiastically replied, "No, no you sweat a lot...trust me you sweat plenty!" Also, just for your information...while you may have the motivation to go to a Pump (weight-lifting mixed with cardio) class after running The Event you're body may not want you to. Charlie horses hurt kids. All in all it was a fabulous Saturday spent with my older sister, and gave me a great excuse to blog. I miss you already Mel! In fact I missed you the second you left! Love you!
Blessings
ANYways...now that I'm done trying to improve my blogs self-esteem onto the fun part of the post! As probably all of you know, last weekend my wonderful sister Melanye was in town. Now to truly understand the events that occurred last Saturday we're gonna have to go back...WAY back...back into time. Melanye has always had this indescribable power over all of her sisters (and some brothers.) She had the power to convince me her giant, 80's inspired boom-box was a fair trade for my sleek, new cd player. She convinced me that the 20 bucks I found in our house (that no one claimed...I'm not a bad person) partially belonged to her and she deserved half of it. She swindled me out of my heated blanket. Even this week, she somehow left our house with at least two of my shirts, a pair of pants, and my ipod.
She never ceases to amaze me.
So now that you understand the power that is Melanye Thompson you will understand how a person like me (who, while I love exercise, would NEVER choose to spend that exercise time running) ended up running a 10k on Saturday. Mel planned to come to Utah for my farewell talk, and she decided it would be fun if we tried to do a "Messerly Might" 10k on the Saturday before my talk. We aren't exactly a family of runners, Mom likes running and Ana and I enjoy a good sweat, but other than that Mel's the only one in the family that would actually WANT to run 6.2 miles. But somehow in the emails she sent about The Event (as I am now affectionately calling the 10k) made running sound fun! She even baited us with t-shirts (which actually never happened) to make the whole thing sound festive! Now I will admit, I was supportive of the idea at first...I thought I could work my way up to running 6 miles and I'd feel so accomplished! So I helped support Mel even when most of the family told her there was no chance in (insert whichever word offends you least) they were doing it. As the run came closer, however, school was busier so my carefully planned running schedule feel apart; leaving me very nervous for judgement day.
Well the day of The Event came and standing on the driveway, ready to run at 8 am were Mel, Ana, Mom, and I. Well "ready" is kind of a strong word...maybe willing is more accurate. Or coerced. No I think the word I'm looking for is forced. Forced to run. So we grabbed our shades, took our pictures, and drove our car to the planned starting point. We ran as a group for about 5 seconds and then we were divided into the EMEL and MANA teams. (our names don't make great celebrity couple names) Now begins the fun part.
Want to know what I learned about myself during this run? I'm what you would call a bipolar runner. Here are just a few things going through my mind at different points in the run. I've lost the ability to differentiate between the things I actually said out loud and the things I tried to keep in to spare Mel's feelings. It was just such a confusing time.
0-1 mi- Spent the first half of this mile telling Mel about all my insecurities about going on a mission and basically coming up with as much juicy gossip we could. Running at about a 10 minute pace. Feeling good. Encouraged even more as Mel continually tells me the first mile is the hardest.
1-2.1 mi- Mel lies. The first mile is not the hardest. The hardest mile is the one that has a hill. I did not agree to hills. Melanye commenting on how big the houses around us are doesn't motivate me to run at all. Your sarcastic comment about running down the hill being easier doesn't help either, old man. I'm done. I thought I'd get farther than this, but I think I'm just going to walk the rest of the way. No. Push yourself! Catch back up to Mel! Yes! There you go...nope, nope slowing down again. Mel don't wait for me. Please just run ahead and leave me behind. Why won't you just give up on me?!
2.1-3.2 mi- The fact that we get to run on a slight downhill slope doesn't comfort me at all Mel. It's still running. Stop trying to make it sound like this is just gonna be a piece of cake from now on. Why do I let you in my life? I don't want to run anymore. But you've run farther than this before! Push yourself! Oh, we came to a fork in the road. Yes! Keep pretending you think we're supposed to run the other way. You'll at least get to breath for a few seconds. Crap. She figured it out. We're running again. Maybe if I just push her in front of that car that's passing...no. No. That would be wrong.
3.2-4.2 mi- Mel checks her "I tell you how fast you're running and how far you're running all while laughing at your pain" watch about 25 times. Discovered talking about certain topics makes you run faster without realizing it. I think I'll just stop after this mile. Four miles is good enough and that's where we left the car so really it would work out well. But I can't stop! If I stop this whole "running" thing will be a waste. And I'd leave Mel to run all alone with no one to talk to AND no ipod to listen to. That's gotta be worse than death and taxes.
4.2-4.9 mi-Mel why are you talking to that other runner? I thought we were just gonna run past her and pretend we didn't see her. Oh great. Now she's telling her how I'm going to run 6.2 miles. Well I can't quit now! Little Miss. I'm-running-10-miles-and-have-this-cool-water-bottle-holder-around-my-waist will think I'm weak if I stop now. Alright Mel, your voice is no longer enough motivation to keep me running. If I'm gonna make it all the way it's time to break out some Bieber. I'll just put in one headphone so Mel won't think I'm totally ignoring her. If I was your boyfriend...
4.90001-4.90002 mi- Woo! Jumping over that cone was fun.
5-6 mi- Yes!! Mile 5! I've never run this far before without taking a break to walk for a few minutes! I'm a rock-star!! I can do this! I can do this!! They're gonna make a movie about my triumph! It's totes gonna make everyone cry. I say totes now. It'll be the inspirational movie of the year. I think my love interest should be Josh Hutcherson. Not sure when during this run I developed a love interest, but he'll be played by Josh. He'd be waiting at the finish line to sweep me into his arms. I'd play myself of course. He wouldn't even look disgusted by my red, sweaty face. I can't believe I'm doing thi...I'm done. 5 miles is good enough. I can only focus on my stupid breathing and stupid form for so long Mel!! If you make me count my steps one more time I will trip you while you're running at your stupid 9:30 pace. I hope the people living around here don't mind hearing me and Mel yell out random parts of the songs I'm listening to. I've officially experienced Mel's most flimsy attempt to distract me while running. "Oh a 'Sold' sign! Try to think of songs that have the word sold in it. What about hall? How many songs can you think of with the word hall in it?" I think I mumbled something incoherent about Cathedrals. I'm done. I give up. I made it far enough. No! Don't let Mel get there before you! Sprint this last part! YES!!!! You freakin did it! You made it! Woo...that last sprint about killed you but you did it!
The most painful words I've ever heard in my life: "Alright now we just have to run back a little bit to get the last .2 miles to finish the 10k!"
6-6.2 mi- Shut up. No. I just pushed myself that hard because I thought the end was in sight! Do you even love me anymore Mel? You really should've told me you were a sadist and a masochist before I started running with you. Okay I CAN do this...you're stronger than you think you are...you're stronger than you think you are. Alright Mika, you're gonna have to get me through this. This song pumps me up like no other...it's the only way I'm pulling through. Come on faster...faster...catch up to Mel! Or at least get closer to Mel. That will suffice. NOW where is she going?? Is this just some game? We've actually been running for 10 miles and she just wants to see how far I will follow her around like a puppy? Man, I have to keep running now because Mom and Ana are watching! Wait. She's stopping. That means I can stop. Halle-freakin-lujah!
I'm still impressed by Mel's motivational skills and by the fact that after we finished this while I was sure I was close to death she continued to run 2 more miles. She's Wonder Woman. (Who comes from a group of women called the Amazons. Just ask Britty.) I think my favorite moment of the day happened after the run. Once we got home I was walking around and said, "You know, I don't really feel like I'm even that sweaty." To which everyone in the room enthusiastically replied, "No, no you sweat a lot...trust me you sweat plenty!" Also, just for your information...while you may have the motivation to go to a Pump (weight-lifting mixed with cardio) class after running The Event you're body may not want you to. Charlie horses hurt kids. All in all it was a fabulous Saturday spent with my older sister, and gave me a great excuse to blog. I miss you already Mel! In fact I missed you the second you left! Love you!
Before
After
Blessings
Thursday, April 19, 2012
Tell Me I'm A Screwed Up Mess
Well I think for a refreshing change I'm gonna start this blog with some actual valid information about my life! I have just finished my last final for at least 2 years! I won't have to worry about classes or school for about 20 months. That's CRAZY!! I'm a little worried that this free time will now allow me to have more time to worry about my mission, but hopefully I'll stay busy and continue to get more and more excited about serving! The fact that I'm done with school has actually yet to hit me. I keep getting it in small bursts (I'M DONE!) of energy. See there was one right there. They're just little moments where I realize that I'm done with my marathon of a school year. (Winter, Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter...no that isn't a little ditty to help you remember the seasons that's the semesters I was in school this last year) Maybe I should've put off writing this blog until my brain had fully recovered from what I asked of it this past week, but I'm a Messerly. I press right on through the tired and into the crazy. (That last phrase is an example of why my brain shouldn't be trying to do the words into sentence becoming thing)
At this point I kind of feel like the fish at the end of Finding Nemo...now what? Well I guess I know what, but I'm just trying to figure out how I'm going get from this point right now to the point where I walk into that MTC. How am I going to get ready for that spiritually? How will I get ready to say goodbye to the people I love so much that as I'm writing this sentence I'm tearing up? How will I get ready for the physical changes? How will I get ready to only have two pairs of shoes to choose from? (Always have to end on a funny note, right?) I don't know. We'll see. These next 27 days will answer all of those questions and once I'm in the MTC...more questions will come. That's life. One of my favorite lessons from my Book of Mormon class this semester was that the Book of Mormon is a book with thousands of questions and one answer. The Savior.
Man it got real up in that paragraph. On to things that are more fun (or funner if you're not Brittanye). At the end of the school semester I like to try and discover things that I've learned the past 4 months. Not the things in the curriculum (that would be quite the list) but the things that are a little more applicable to the real world. The extra things this wonderful University has left me with.
Blessings
At this point I kind of feel like the fish at the end of Finding Nemo...now what? Well I guess I know what, but I'm just trying to figure out how I'm going get from this point right now to the point where I walk into that MTC. How am I going to get ready for that spiritually? How will I get ready to say goodbye to the people I love so much that as I'm writing this sentence I'm tearing up? How will I get ready for the physical changes? How will I get ready to only have two pairs of shoes to choose from? (Always have to end on a funny note, right?) I don't know. We'll see. These next 27 days will answer all of those questions and once I'm in the MTC...more questions will come. That's life. One of my favorite lessons from my Book of Mormon class this semester was that the Book of Mormon is a book with thousands of questions and one answer. The Savior.
Man it got real up in that paragraph. On to things that are more fun (or funner if you're not Brittanye). At the end of the school semester I like to try and discover things that I've learned the past 4 months. Not the things in the curriculum (that would be quite the list) but the things that are a little more applicable to the real world. The extra things this wonderful University has left me with.
- The sexier your teacher is the more likely you are to come to class. Even if class is pointless.
- You will never actually have a chance with said teacher...but it's fun to look at him.
- The university is very clear students shouldn't date their TA's but I've yet to hear a rule about dating teachers.
- It is possible for a classroom of 100 people to all zone out at the same time.
- Doing this during class:
- ...doesn't effect the amount you're learning from class at all.
- Eliminating your Vitamin Water budget (cause Mom buys them now) saves quite a bit of money.
- Going to a class that isn't your own is actually really fun! Mainly because you know you won't be accountable for anything that is said there! (I guess unless it's a religion class, but in that case you're accountable in an entirely different way. Nevermind.(what the crap blogger! Nevermind is so a word! Right?? (also one of my biggest pet peeves is when people forget to close their parenthesis))) (See. I closed every one.
- It is possible to doodle about One Direction for 2 hrs.
- I will go to a class, knowing that I'm not going to pay any attention, just because it's an excuse to doodle.
- Having a friend in class with you is great! You can study and complain together.
- Having a friend in class with you is awful! Going to lunch together at Zupas always sounds like a better option than going to class.
- Showing up for a final 30 minutes late is the best way to ensure you don't second guess yourself on any questions.
- Only at BYU would the teacher be totally fine knowing that you had to get your test out of the folder that happened to have the answer key laying on top of it because you showed up 30 minutes late and he wasn't in the room.
- Pregnant teachers can disappear at any moment. When they reappear they seem much more tired.
- Being slightly happy that your teacher was hit by a car and has to now undergo physical therapy doesn't appear to give you bad karma. Unless it's time-release karma...or something.
- I've committed sexual harassment at work.
- Ethics at BYU turns into a Sunday School class.
- There are 5 year-olds that can sing better than you. Two of them are my Book of Mormon teacher's children.
- Some people don't read back over their papers. Somewhere English teachers are rolling in their graves.
- I'm actually not that jealous of people who are graduating anymore. I love BYU.
- No college student should have access to a DVR unless they have the self-control of someone who used dial-up internet without having the urge to throw their computer across the room.
- Having a mission call is by far the best line to pull when you don't want to pursue a relationship with someone. It's even better when you don't have to lie about it.
- Being passed by 60 year old men while going up the RB stairs isn't anything to be ashamed of. You have lots of heavy books in your backpack!
- I have apparently become that person who always takes over the group project and does way too much.
- Google Docs allows you to completely change group presentations and papers without having to confront any of your group members about the changes in person.
- Not every person knows how to speak "sarcasm." Those people are very dangerous. They also leave every conversation with me very confused.
- I've been awarded "most sarcastic girl I've ever met" by about 8 people this year.
- It's actually quite easy for me to fall asleep while Brittanye is laying on top of me.
- Sometimes the pretty guy is also so, so dumb.
- Your opinions of people can change. (I'm not talking about the guy above though...seriously I felt like a was talking to a 16 year old.)
- Whenever anyone asks me where we should go to lunch the one and only thing I think is Zupas.
- It's inevitable that once you get to the computer lab, sit down, and have your headphones in you'll realize you have to go to the bathroom.
- I love that my family lives in Springville!! Living at home while still being able to hang out with my wonderful friends has made this semester extra awesome and the perfect preparation for my mission!
Blessings
Monday, April 2, 2012
So say hello to falsetto in 3...2...
*WARNING* Don't scroll too quickly through this post because it will ruin part of the fun. Just take it a few lines at a time.
Hello my babies. Before I begin I would just like to ask if you sometimes find yourself thinking, "Wow, Emilye has way too many blogs. I don't know if I can handle reading that craziness so often!" If you do, first of all...I want a name. No one should feel that way about my blog! But...we all have imperfections so if that thought ever does come up just remember that I'm trying to fill all of your canteens with enough Emilye to last during my 18 month absence. I bet you're feeling REAL bad about being annoyed by my blog now aren't you? Crying yet? As expected. Welp. Onwards and Upwards.
VENTILATION TIME!!
I'm VERY upset with grooveshark right now! (Mom. Dad. That's a website that you go to with the goal of listening to music) I have supported grooveshark all of my days! Or at least all of my days in which I was aware that grooveshark existed. It's a fabulous website that has allowed me to virtually eliminate spending money on music from itunes!
Now before you get all "ethical" on me just know that any guilt I felt for listening to music online in most likely a less-than-legal way went out the door when itunes decided it was good enough to raise song prices from .99 to 1.29! That was the day the music (at least from itunes) died.
TANGENT WHILE VENTING!
Itunes doubly pissed me off when they started advertising "Watch your clocks! Nov 16th at 12:01 am the world of music will never be the same!!!! Something will happen that day that will make you question whether the world you were previously living in was really worth living in!!!!!! World peace can take a back seat to the goal we've just accomplished!!!!!!!! APOCALYPSE NOW BABY!!" (I swear that's verbatim what it said. Plus or minus a few exclamation points.) Now let me just further explain that this happened the semester I was living with Mel and Kip, so I had very little in my life. Minus your adorable, loving child of course Mellie! So I was very excited to find out what itunes was doing! (I'll admit in the back of my mind I thought free music for all!) When I got up that morning I excitedly went to myhigh quality laptop only to find the exciting news was... the Beatles albums were now available on itunes. My response: who the heck cares?! My fill of Beatles comes from Across the Universe and only from AtU. I was actually kind of surprised they hadn't already had their music.
Well enough about me. What was I saying? Oh right I was telling you how I've been betrayed by grooveshark. During the whole Spotify fad (which, at least for me, was over before it started) I defended grooveshark to everyone simply because it didn't have annoying women telling you how "piracy is so out" after every few songs. No adds. That was grooveshark's saving grace. What did I find yesterday when I signed into grooveshark? Something asking me for $4 to avoid any adds for a month! Who do you think you are grooveshark? Itunes? I, of course, selected the free option that had one initial ad and then no ads until 4 hours of listening. Now I haven't hit 4 hrs of continuous listening yet (mainly because when I'm told I have a limited allotment of something I ration it like I'm trapped in the middle of a desert and it's my last 5 oz of water), but I still have to suffer through the initial first 15 seconds of some commercial thing. (Granted one of their ads was a music video that was actually an awesome song that I now love, but that is besides the point!) Is it too much to ask for unlimited access to all my favorite music for absolutely free?! I'm not an unreasonable person! I'm simply a person who doesn't remember the days when you only had the option of buying an entire album or no album at all. (Always no bunny at all!)
Alright. Venting done. Now on to the purpose of this post. I was chatting the other day with my dear friend Alison Megan Adams Tensmeyer (all four names needed). Well between complimenting my blog by saying things like it's "hilarious, to die for, legendary," (true story) AMAT gave me a fun suggestion. She said that I should start doing some of the segments Ellen does on her show. Well obviously I LOVED that idea so I started to jot (that's a weird word) down some of the segments I remembered and looked up some others I'd never seen. Some of their titles are 'What's Wrong with these photo's?' Photos, Clumbsie Thumbsie, Bad Paid-for Photos, Bad Paid-for Tattoos, Dance Dares, Oh Hair No!, Funny Web Videos, and my personal favorite segment What's on Cee-lo's lap?
Well obviously some of those things will take more time and effort than others so I thought I'd start off small with my own version of "What's on Cee-lo's lap?" First off, here is a clip of what the segment is like on the show:
Hilarious right? So I decided we would play a slightly different version of that game called, "What has Emilye photo-shopped into random pictures of her family?" And by photo-shop I, of course, mean simply pasted into the photo on paint because I don't have the time or capability to make it actually look good, so why try? But I thought that would've made the title a bit long. Okay now is when you have to be careful not to scroll too rapidly or you will see the next picture before you have time to guess! Which would be the end of the world.
For the first picture we'll start off easy...What has caused Brittanye to scream and freakout?
That would be One Direction!!! (I just couldn't not include them in this game)
Next...what is Elise trying to see down Solana's shirt?
A cactus!! Anyone? Did anyone guess cactus?
Now we have...what is Mel looking at in such a judgy way?
A Jack-o-lantern! Which makes sense. It was Thanksgiving time.
What is Brittanye creepily caressing?
Mrs. Potts! If anyone got that one I will give them money. I tried to reach into the most random crevices of my brain for that one.
I think we have time for one more...what is Elijah about to snog? (For people who don't speak British that means kiss)
A kangaroo! Which can be dangerous.
Well there you have it! I hope you enjoyed that game and hopefully there will be more to come. I'm currently working on collecting some good "Clumbsie Thumbsie" material...so get excited! (On an unrelated note if you guys have any funny texts that involve your phone auto-correcting something you were typing into something completely different feel free to share them with me) I'm always amazed by the amount of things I can find to say when I start my blog, thinking it will be short and simple. I guess you could say I have the gift of gab. If you were a 60 yr old women. Until next time...goodnight and goodluck. (I know goodluck is two words, but that would've ruined the symmetry)
Blessings.
Hello my babies. Before I begin I would just like to ask if you sometimes find yourself thinking, "Wow, Emilye has way too many blogs. I don't know if I can handle reading that craziness so often!" If you do, first of all...I want a name. No one should feel that way about my blog! But...we all have imperfections so if that thought ever does come up just remember that I'm trying to fill all of your canteens with enough Emilye to last during my 18 month absence. I bet you're feeling REAL bad about being annoyed by my blog now aren't you? Crying yet? As expected. Welp. Onwards and Upwards.
VENTILATION TIME!!
I'm VERY upset with grooveshark right now! (Mom. Dad. That's a website that you go to with the goal of listening to music) I have supported grooveshark all of my days! Or at least all of my days in which I was aware that grooveshark existed. It's a fabulous website that has allowed me to virtually eliminate spending money on music from itunes!
Now before you get all "ethical" on me just know that any guilt I felt for listening to music online in most likely a less-than-legal way went out the door when itunes decided it was good enough to raise song prices from .99 to 1.29! That was the day the music (at least from itunes) died.
TANGENT WHILE VENTING!
Itunes doubly pissed me off when they started advertising "Watch your clocks! Nov 16th at 12:01 am the world of music will never be the same!!!! Something will happen that day that will make you question whether the world you were previously living in was really worth living in!!!!!! World peace can take a back seat to the goal we've just accomplished!!!!!!!! APOCALYPSE NOW BABY!!" (I swear that's verbatim what it said. Plus or minus a few exclamation points.) Now let me just further explain that this happened the semester I was living with Mel and Kip, so I had very little in my life. Minus your adorable, loving child of course Mellie! So I was very excited to find out what itunes was doing! (I'll admit in the back of my mind I thought free music for all!) When I got up that morning I excitedly went to my
Well enough about me. What was I saying? Oh right I was telling you how I've been betrayed by grooveshark. During the whole Spotify fad (which, at least for me, was over before it started) I defended grooveshark to everyone simply because it didn't have annoying women telling you how "piracy is so out" after every few songs. No adds. That was grooveshark's saving grace. What did I find yesterday when I signed into grooveshark? Something asking me for $4 to avoid any adds for a month! Who do you think you are grooveshark? Itunes? I, of course, selected the free option that had one initial ad and then no ads until 4 hours of listening. Now I haven't hit 4 hrs of continuous listening yet (mainly because when I'm told I have a limited allotment of something I ration it like I'm trapped in the middle of a desert and it's my last 5 oz of water), but I still have to suffer through the initial first 15 seconds of some commercial thing. (Granted one of their ads was a music video that was actually an awesome song that I now love, but that is besides the point!) Is it too much to ask for unlimited access to all my favorite music for absolutely free?! I'm not an unreasonable person! I'm simply a person who doesn't remember the days when you only had the option of buying an entire album or no album at all. (Always no bunny at all!)
Alright. Venting done. Now on to the purpose of this post. I was chatting the other day with my dear friend Alison Megan Adams Tensmeyer (all four names needed). Well between complimenting my blog by saying things like it's "hilarious, to die for, legendary," (true story) AMAT gave me a fun suggestion. She said that I should start doing some of the segments Ellen does on her show. Well obviously I LOVED that idea so I started to jot (that's a weird word) down some of the segments I remembered and looked up some others I'd never seen. Some of their titles are 'What's Wrong with these photo's?' Photos, Clumbsie Thumbsie, Bad Paid-for Photos, Bad Paid-for Tattoos, Dance Dares, Oh Hair No!, Funny Web Videos, and my personal favorite segment What's on Cee-lo's lap?
Well obviously some of those things will take more time and effort than others so I thought I'd start off small with my own version of "What's on Cee-lo's lap?" First off, here is a clip of what the segment is like on the show:
Hilarious right? So I decided we would play a slightly different version of that game called, "What has Emilye photo-shopped into random pictures of her family?" And by photo-shop I, of course, mean simply pasted into the photo on paint because I don't have the time or capability to make it actually look good, so why try? But I thought that would've made the title a bit long. Okay now is when you have to be careful not to scroll too rapidly or you will see the next picture before you have time to guess! Which would be the end of the world.
For the first picture we'll start off easy...What has caused Brittanye to scream and freakout?
That would be One Direction!!! (I just couldn't not include them in this game)
Next...what is Elise trying to see down Solana's shirt?
Now we have...what is Mel looking at in such a judgy way?
What is Brittanye creepily caressing?
Mrs. Potts! If anyone got that one I will give them money. I tried to reach into the most random crevices of my brain for that one.
I think we have time for one more...what is Elijah about to snog? (For people who don't speak British that means kiss)
Well there you have it! I hope you enjoyed that game and hopefully there will be more to come. I'm currently working on collecting some good "Clumbsie Thumbsie" material...so get excited! (On an unrelated note if you guys have any funny texts that involve your phone auto-correcting something you were typing into something completely different feel free to share them with me) I'm always amazed by the amount of things I can find to say when I start my blog, thinking it will be short and simple. I guess you could say I have the gift of gab. If you were a 60 yr old women. Until next time...goodnight and goodluck. (I know goodluck is two words, but that would've ruined the symmetry)
Blessings.
Wednesday, March 21, 2012
Ding-a-ling-a-din-din-ringing bang-hit-hit-dindindindin
(I promised myself my titles would always come from songs, but I haven't been listening to music with lyrics in it lately. So there's that.)
Poem to the Girl Sitting Next to Me
Welcome, fellow student
To my favorite computer lab.
It's the one lab, I'm certain, has never been full.
Plenty of room all around
In the front or the back,
If you prefer the side computers even those are all free!
Oh.
You seem to like the computer right next to me.
That's okay I can deal. I'm not completely...
What's that binder doing?
It's inching toward my space.
And it touched me.
There was contact.
That is too close Missy!
20 computers surround us and you have to be in my bubble.
Two open on this very same row,
Just head a few feet east.
Do I know you?
I have to know you for you to feel comfortable doing this.
Your chair is turned toward me like you are ready to chat.
I don't dare make eye contact in case you're one of those friendly people.
I no longer have a mouse pad.
It has been swallow by that which may be,
The largest binder I ever have seen.
I'm afraid to use my mouse because it's so close to her things
This isn't right! I just want some peace.
Oh you have a question for the TA?
I'm so glad you asked...you see I needed someone hovering over me too.
Phew.
She only had a few things to do.
Ten minutes of uncomfortableness I can deal with.
If anything I hope this poem made you laugh, cry, reevaluate your life, and question the next time you're about to sit next to someone in an almost empty room! I hope it also made it obvious to you that I don't talk to people I don't know. Especially on BYU campus, way too many dangerous "friendly" people. They'll capture you in a conversation in a SECOND! (Britt I hope you said that like Liam says "He'll bury you in a second!")
Sidenote (or as Nat would say sidebar) I should really make a pact with myself to only listen to Explosions in the Sky, This Will Kill You, or George Winston while I'm doing homework. The last few days my mind has been a scary land of constant distractions. I seriously couldn't concentrate for more than 3 minutes last night. It took 20 minutes just to write a 250 word journal. Today while listening to these instrumental artists I've been completely productive for the last 2 hrs! (Which is why I let myself take a break to right this RIDICULOUS poem) Emphasis on...
Blessings
Poem to the Girl Sitting Next to Me
Welcome, fellow student
To my favorite computer lab.
It's the one lab, I'm certain, has never been full.
Plenty of room all around
In the front or the back,
If you prefer the side computers even those are all free!
Oh.
You seem to like the computer right next to me.
That's okay I can deal. I'm not completely...
What's that binder doing?
It's inching toward my space.
And it touched me.
There was contact.
That is too close Missy!
20 computers surround us and you have to be in my bubble.
Two open on this very same row,
Just head a few feet east.
Do I know you?
I have to know you for you to feel comfortable doing this.
Your chair is turned toward me like you are ready to chat.
I don't dare make eye contact in case you're one of those friendly people.
I no longer have a mouse pad.
It has been swallow by that which may be,
The largest binder I ever have seen.
I'm afraid to use my mouse because it's so close to her things
This isn't right! I just want some peace.
Oh you have a question for the TA?
I'm so glad you asked...you see I needed someone hovering over me too.
Phew.
She only had a few things to do.
Ten minutes of uncomfortableness I can deal with.
If anything I hope this poem made you laugh, cry, reevaluate your life, and question the next time you're about to sit next to someone in an almost empty room! I hope it also made it obvious to you that I don't talk to people I don't know. Especially on BYU campus, way too many dangerous "friendly" people. They'll capture you in a conversation in a SECOND! (Britt I hope you said that like Liam says "He'll bury you in a second!")
Sidenote (or as Nat would say sidebar) I should really make a pact with myself to only listen to Explosions in the Sky, This Will Kill You, or George Winston while I'm doing homework. The last few days my mind has been a scary land of constant distractions. I seriously couldn't concentrate for more than 3 minutes last night. It took 20 minutes just to write a 250 word journal. Today while listening to these instrumental artists I've been completely productive for the last 2 hrs! (Which is why I let myself take a break to right this RIDICULOUS poem) Emphasis on...
Blessings
Friday, March 16, 2012
Show Me Ya Teeth...or cough drop
I promise this one will be short, but I just thought this was funny. So as I mentioned in my previous post I was sick last week. It's not the sickest I've ever been, but I didn't really felt like dancing or doing a barn raising. (Or basically anything you may see in Seven Brides for Seven Brothers.) Well last Friday I was sitting at work sucking on a Halls Fruit Breezer (do you think I'll get anything for that product placement?) and then I bit into it. All of a sudden I was sure one of my teeth had broken off and I was now sucking on it. Not just a piece of one mind you, but an entire canine. So I quickly did a tongue count to find that none of my teeth seemed to be missing. But what I was sucking on felt SO much like a tooth. So I took it out of my mouth and looked at it. It was a bright red Hall. I put it back in my mouth and continued to suck on it, but it felt SO MUCH like a tooth. The logical part of me told myself I had already confirmed via my gift of sight that I wasn't sucking on a tooth, but the groggy, sickly part of my mind told me it felt SOOO MUCH like a tooth. I don't know if you guys are grasping how much it felt like a tooth. SO MUCH. The only way to convince myself wholeheartedly that it wasn't my tooth was to just bite down and swallow. But if it IS your tooth biting it will probably hurt your other teeth! Well it ISN'T my tooth so that doesn't matter. So I crunch and swallowed it. I have yet to find a spot in my mouth where a tooth is missing so...here's hoping!
Blessings.
Blessings.
Friday, March 9, 2012
If you like me. Then say you like me!
After thoroughly entertaining myself while writing my last post I was anxiously awaiting something tragic, funny, or humiliating to happen to me so I could write it out. I've been sick the last few days and I thought it would be fun to make a blog post when I'm all hopped up on Tylenol and Ibuprofen. Sadly, the most exciting thing that has happened this week was that Brittanye introduced me to the band One Direction.
**TANGENT TIME**
(You do not even want to know how long it took me to change those letters into different colors. Every time I got to the 'N' I would accidentally select the entire word and have to start all over. Like I said, I've been sick.)
I have noticed that when I find something I love I don't just love it, I obsess over it. The future missionary part of me quotes Alma 38:12 to myself, "Bridle all your passions..." But the obsessive part of me tells the missionary part of me to leave me alone and that no one likes a party pooper. (I'm actually pretty morally opposed to that phrase, but it was the only thing I could come up with. I just think the word poop shouldn't be thrown into normal conversation.) That of course causes the missionary part of me to be offended and tell the obsessive part of me to shove off. Which leads the obsessive part of me to say that saying "shove off" isn't a very "missionary" thing to do, and from there it just gets ugly. Words like damnation, true love, hell, and butt-head start getting thrown around.
ANYways...Do I hear the crowd asking for examples? Examples of my unhealthy pattern of obsession? Well I give the people what they want. (The people being the few members of my family that have made it this far in the post and my two followers. Love ya Allie + Kelli!)
I guess my first example could be My Little Ponies because I have a faint memory of walking around the backyard, crying when it was cancelled. (Picture the scene in Star Trek when Spock is wandering the halls crying about his mom. That's what I looked like.)
**Tangent in a Tangent**
Now that I'm thinking back on those My Little Pony days I have come to the conclusion that MLP (as the cool kids call it) was never actually cancelled! I mean why would they cancel such a fabulous kid show? It must have just moved to a different time, and I didn't know how to check that kind of thing in the TV guide! Wow...all those missed opportunities to watch MLP.
**The Triple Tangent**
Remember when the TV guide was like the most prized possession in your house? Almost more important than the remote! Without it you had to watch the TV guide channel and wait for it to get to the stations you cared about.
One of my first major obsessions was 24. Specifically Tony and Michelle. They were the perfect couple! Solana shared my obsession and together we had a love for these two that was matched by no one. Then tragedy struck. I get a telephone call from Ana. There was an explosion. Michelle was killed instantly and Tony is in critical condition. No words I write will explain how truly pathetic Ana and I were that night. I went over to her apartment and we had our own private wake for them. We were so pathetic. I'm pretty sure I was more devastated by their deaths than I would be for the death of my own kin. I'm kidding. I think.
Back to my current obsessions. These three happened with rapid succession. The first was the movie Warrior. I watched it with Matt and Britt and cried my eyes out!
He is not only gorgeous but he has a voice that literally memorizes women. As demonstrated by his performance as the Phantom in the 25th anniversary DVD. He is also a phenomenal actor!! Midge and I literally watched the Les Miserable and Phantom 25th anniversary DVDs that he is in three nights in a row. Granted we fast-forwarded to all of the good Ramin moments, but that is still some serious time committed to my obsession. At work I literally spent the entire 4.5 hrs looking up stuff about him and falling deeper into the abyss. (Yeah I know, my work is lucky to have me.) Ramin lasted a while until as I mentioned earlier Britt (let it be known that Midge, Britt, and Brittanye are in fact the same people) introduced me to One Direction. They are the cutest boy band in the world! Zayn, Niall, Louis, Liam, and Harry. Ahh...Harry. They are all roughly 17-20 years old so it's not TOO creepy that I'm in love with every one of them. But the AMOUNT of love for them I have is where it gets creepy. I won't belabor the point by describing how sad I am...but just know it's pretty sad. Here are a few examples of what makes them so adorable:
I warned you that I'm obsessed...
And a few cute moments of my boy Niall:
**TANGENT TIME**
(You do not even want to know how long it took me to change those letters into different colors. Every time I got to the 'N' I would accidentally select the entire word and have to start all over. Like I said, I've been sick.)
I have noticed that when I find something I love I don't just love it, I obsess over it. The future missionary part of me quotes Alma 38:12 to myself, "Bridle all your passions..." But the obsessive part of me tells the missionary part of me to leave me alone and that no one likes a party pooper. (I'm actually pretty morally opposed to that phrase, but it was the only thing I could come up with. I just think the word poop shouldn't be thrown into normal conversation.) That of course causes the missionary part of me to be offended and tell the obsessive part of me to shove off. Which leads the obsessive part of me to say that saying "shove off" isn't a very "missionary" thing to do, and from there it just gets ugly. Words like damnation, true love, hell, and butt-head start getting thrown around.
ANYways...Do I hear the crowd asking for examples? Examples of my unhealthy pattern of obsession? Well I give the people what they want. (The people being the few members of my family that have made it this far in the post and my two followers. Love ya Allie + Kelli!)
I guess my first example could be My Little Ponies because I have a faint memory of walking around the backyard, crying when it was cancelled. (Picture the scene in Star Trek when Spock is wandering the halls crying about his mom. That's what I looked like.)
**Tangent in a Tangent**
Now that I'm thinking back on those My Little Pony days I have come to the conclusion that MLP (as the cool kids call it) was never actually cancelled! I mean why would they cancel such a fabulous kid show? It must have just moved to a different time, and I didn't know how to check that kind of thing in the TV guide! Wow...all those missed opportunities to watch MLP.
**The Triple Tangent**
Remember when the TV guide was like the most prized possession in your house? Almost more important than the remote! Without it you had to watch the TV guide channel and wait for it to get to the stations you cared about.
One of my first major obsessions was 24. Specifically Tony and Michelle. They were the perfect couple! Solana shared my obsession and together we had a love for these two that was matched by no one. Then tragedy struck. I get a telephone call from Ana. There was an explosion. Michelle was killed instantly and Tony is in critical condition. No words I write will explain how truly pathetic Ana and I were that night. I went over to her apartment and we had our own private wake for them. We were so pathetic. I'm pretty sure I was more devastated by their deaths than I would be for the death of my own kin. I'm kidding. I think.
But don't worry I didn't embarrass myself too bad. I made sure to be fashionable and cry purple tears.
Then the next day I got out of bed and listened to the song that plays in the final scene of Warrior and cried again. Then I watched the final scene on youtube, cried again. From then on it was my mission to make everyone know that Warrior was the best movie ever. (Speaking of which have you guys seen Warrior? It's the best movie ever.) Soon after Warrior it was Ramin Karimloo. If you don't know who he is then I have now officially disowned you. But if you want to get back in my good graces just take this time to educate yourselves. Here is a quick peek at who you have been missing:
I warned you that I'm obsessed...
And a few cute moments of my boy Niall:
That may seem like a lot, but that is after Britt and I did serious deep cuts.
Wow. I swear I started this blog with a point, but it turned into a giant tangent. If I had to draw a graph of what this blog post it would look like this:
Impressive right? Well let's see if I can pull a moral out of this one...hmm it's gonna be tricky. Oh, I know! Although I seem to demonstrate schizophrenic behaviors, the diagnosis has never stuck, and I really am trying to work on not being too enamored by movies, tv shows, actors, or boy-bands. Recognition is the first step right? Now if you will excuse me I see that there are new One Direction videos on youtube so my attention is needed elsewhere.
Blessings. (suck it Matt)
Impressive right? Well let's see if I can pull a moral out of this one...hmm it's gonna be tricky. Oh, I know! Although I seem to demonstrate schizophrenic behaviors, the diagnosis has never stuck, and I really am trying to work on not being too enamored by movies, tv shows, actors, or boy-bands. Recognition is the first step right? Now if you will excuse me I see that there are new One Direction videos on youtube so my attention is needed elsewhere.
Blessings. (suck it Matt)
Monday, March 5, 2012
My Life Be Like...AHHHHH!
Well judging by how the first few hours of this day have gone I'm guessing this week is gonna suck. So this morning I had to go to the DMV to renew my drivers license, that meant getting up earlier to waste money and time driving up to North Orem. On my way there I realized I had no make-up on, but decided that I didn't care about my classmates or coworkers opinions. Once I arrived at the counter it hit me-I was renewing my license which meant a new picture. A few days ago I was excited about the chance to get rid of my 15 year old face on my license, but in that moment I wanted to run away. Not that I'm an overly vain person, but we all want to look at least presentable when we get our picture taken. My hair looked like I was on my way to the gym (which is some what true because I am going at 7 tonight) and my face was "I just rolled out of bed" fresh. But I wasn't going to prolong this any longer so I sucked it up and smiled for the camera hoping that it wouldn't be that bad. I mean I've had pictures taken of me without make-up before, I don't hide from mirrors in the morning so I told myself it wasn't going to be that bad.
No such luck.
Maybe if I was someone else (Rebecca Bloomwood for instance, maybe Lorelai Gilmore) I would have talked to the woman working with me and begged for mercy, asked her if she had any makeup or hair supplies near by or if it was in her power to keep the old picture. I could've been as inspiring as Enjolras in Les Mis and banned all the women in the DMV together as a sisterhood with one single purpose-to find me some supplies and become recognized as a woman! But I'm Emilye Messerly. The girl who will add 3 minutes to her route to class in order to avoid walking by someone she doesn't want to talk to. The girl who will decide she actually doesn't want to try on any clothes if it requires her to ask someone for assistance. The girl with the dragon tattoo...wait...no that's NOT me. As a result, for the next five years I will have people giving me the double-take when they see that I'm a FEMALE who doesn't weigh over 200 lbs. I have an irrational fear that this license will have a direct correlation with receiving more tickets. I just think it will be hard to flirt my way out of a ticket after the policeman has seen that I can look like that.
It didn't help my mood that I had only become aware that renewing your license costs money (I'm still in an uproar over that one) a few minutes before I had to leave. I don't know why that mattered so much, but the fact that I had not been able to mentally prepare for the government to take $25 away from me made my morning that much worse. (Maybe I will do my taxes this year-suck that government!) It really is amazing the power of the DMV...completely ruin your day in just 10 short minutes. It has caused me to feel real gross this entire day and almost had me thinking about just skipping class, work, and the gym. (Don't worry I talked myself off that ledge.) It doesn't help that I'm wearing pants with a hole at the inner thigh. Of course I knew that hole was there when I put them on, but it didn't start to bother me until I saw that picture of myself.
I don't think that this endeavor would've harshed my mellow so much if it wasn't just the beginning of a very stressful week. Before midnight Tuesday I have to study for and take 3 tests, 1 quiz, write a paper, and complete all my normal readings. I'm aware that I'm acting like a whinny college student, but to quote Shawn Spencer, "I am not acting!" The only bright-side I found in this trip was that it gave me extra time to rock-out to the Les Mis soundtrack in the car.
Well this has been fun guys. Being able to satirically write about my annoying day has actually helped brighten my spirits! Granted, it didn't help the having a million things to do matter, but I'm just subtracting my procrastinating time from my allotted sleep time. Besides, I've heard that there is a new study coming out that you actually perform your best on 2 hrs of sleep...go figure! Well I guess this is just proof of my theory that the amount of fun you have during the weekend is directly proportional to the amount of stress you will feel during the week. Because I had a SUPER fun weekend! I love birthdays :)
This is me loving birthdays
If there is anything that you get from this post it should be this: Emilye is hilarious and you shouldn't worry that she is suicidal; Les Mis solves all problem and Ramin is life. Also that none of you will ever see my new license.
This is me loving birthdaysBlessings.
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